The group stopped to rest for a while. Tielang counted, and seventeen brothers did not follow, and they were probably dead. These people had been through battle formations for a long time, lived a life of blood licking from the blade, and were very frank about life and death. No one was sad and shed tears for the dead.

At this time, Duan Zhen suddenly fell down. Li Hong stood beside him and hurriedly helped him to the ground to lie down. Li Hong tore open his clothes and found a big wound on his stomach. It was probably poked by a knife and blood was still flowing out. Duan Zhen was really powerful. He was seriously injured and had to faint until now.

Li Hong skillfully tore off his ragged robe from his body and tightly bandaged Duan Zhen's wound. Several soldiers next to him looked at him with surprise, and one of them asked, "Did you often do this in the past?"

Li Hong was stunned and then realized that he was very skillful in bandaging his wounds. How could he be so skillful? Did he do it often in the past? Li Hong had no way to explain, so he had to smile at them, as a default.

"Can you help cut a few small trees?" Li Hong asked suddenly. The soldiers around him didn't ask much, picked up the sword and cut down several small trees nearby. The people now look at this Han boy with admiration. Li Hong is not only good at martial arts, but also brave and fearless when fighting, but also cruel and ruthless when killing people. This is so different from the Han people they remember, and it is impossible to be awe-inspiring.

"This kid is very powerful. He killed more than twenty enemies alone." Murong Feng walked to Tielang and said, "He saved me today and was kind to me. From now on, you don't want to scold him for being idiotic."

Tielang obeyed the advice of Dashuai and hurriedly bowed to agree. He thought to himself that he couldn't tell that this idiot was really a piece of material.

Li Hong used a knife to cut Duan Zhen's cowhide jacket into many strips and connected them together to make two straps. He also made a simple stretcher with a few small tree poles. Then Li Hong tied the straps to both ends of the stretcher and prepared to carry Duan Zhen to walk together.

Murong Feng walked over, put his hand in front of Duan Zhen's nose and whispered: "He is bleeding too much, no more."

Li Hong shook his head and said, "He was not injured in a large area, so he should be able to survive."

"Let's go, don't worry about him." Murong Feng looked at Duan Zhen who was unconscious and sighed, then waved to the other soldiers and said, "The pursuers are behind, let's go quickly."

Li Hong stood up suddenly, he looked at Murong Feng in disbelief, and shouted angrily: "Master, he is still alive."

Everyone stopped, and everyone looked at Li Hong in surprise, with a shocked expression. No one dared to shout so rudely to the Grand Marshal, never. Tielang pointed at Li Hong angrily and cursed: "You idiot, you are looking for death, how dare you talk to the Grand Marshal like this."

Murong Feng looked at Tielang and snorted coldly with dissatisfaction. Tielang suddenly realized that he called Li Hong idiot again in front of everyone. He scratched his head awkwardly, with a very ugly expression.

"In the hearts of our Xianbei people, the lives of our brothers must not be abandoned, but on the battlefield, if more of our brothers lose their lives because of a life that is about to leave the world, we may lose the lives of all brothers, and may even lose the entire war." Murong Feng said earnestly.

"But we will also lose people's hearts, perseverance, and morality of sharing weal and woe." Li Hong waved his hands and shouted excitedly.

Murong Feng looked at him with a cold expression and said nothing. Suddenly, Murong Feng waved his hand hard and walked forward first. He felt that this kid was indeed an idiot, and his mind was not only problematic, but also very problematic.

Tielang ran to Li Hong, pulled his arm and said, "Go away quickly. You are kind-hearted, but the battlefield is ruthless, and the sword is even more ruthless. He is almost dead and cannot be saved."

Li Hong broke free from his hand and said word by word: "He will not die. He is our brother. If he is a brother, we cannot abandon him."

Tielang looked at his stubborn face and pointed at Duan Zhen helplessly and asked, "If you were killed by the enemy because of his drag, don't you regret it?"

"I would rather be hacked to death than leave my brother who shares weal and woe, and leave my brother to save me. Is it a human?"

Tielang looked at Duan Zhen who was unconscious on the ground. His heart aches, and tears involuntarily soaked his eyes. He and Duan Zhen fought side by side when they were teenagers. For more than 20 years, how could they have no feelings?

Tielang helped Li Hong lift Duan Zhen onto the stretcher. The two carried Duan Zhen one by one and the other, and quickly chased the team. Tielang's legs were injured in the fierce battle just now. After running for a while, they could not hold on. Li Hong's back and hands were also injured, and they grinned and felt very uncomfortable along the way. The two gritted their teeth and insisted, and finally ran out of the woods. At this time, the sky was completely dark.

Murong Feng was walking in the front, and suddenly he heard the soldiers behind him cheering. Murong Feng looked back and suddenly became angry. Tielang and Li Hong chased after him, and Duan Zhen was carrying the stretcher. The two of them were so tilted that they were exhausted. More than a dozen soldiers shouted excitedly and rushed to meet him. Seeing this scene, Murong Feng suddenly thought of something, and his anger disappeared without a trace.

"Human heart." Murong Feng thought of the word "Human heart" that Li Hong said to him. In this situation, human heart is the most important thing. With human hearts, there is morale, and only with morale can we see hope for victory. Once human hearts are dispersed, our own strategy may be more difficult to achieve.

Murong Feng stood there, motionless.

Tielang and Li Hong walked up to Murong Feng surrounded by soldiers. No one knew what would happen if Tielang and Li Hong openly disobeyed the command of the commander. They were all nervous. Tielang was nervous and lowered his head and whispered: "That idiot said there was a rescue, so I..."

Murong Feng gently patted Tielang's shoulder, took the cowhide belt off Tielang's neck, and then put it on his neck. Then he took the stretcher from Tielang's hand, looked around at everyone, and said loudly: "Let's go, let's go."

The soldiers were first surprised, then silent, and then cheered again. Everyone gathered around the stretcher and rushed towards Bai Luyuan.

About an hour later, a red dot suddenly appeared on the dark grassland. The red dot became bigger and bigger, and then more and larger red dots appeared. The pursuers finally appeared.

Murong Feng strided forward and ignored his subordinates' reports.

The stretcher is now carried by the soldiers in turn to save physical strength and improve the speed of travel. Duan Zhen on the stretcher is still unconscious. Li Hong had pulled out a few weeds in the woods before. While he didn't have to carry the stretcher, he mashed the weeds into cakes and applied them to Duan Zhen's wound. The iron wolf didn't ask him, knowing that he was doing things based on his instinct or remaining memories, and asking was in vain.

A soldier asked strangely: "Idiot, can this grass cure injuries?"

Li Hong was stunned. He hadn't thought about this question carefully. He just subconsciously thought that this kind of wild grass could cure wounds, so he did it. As for why? He didn't know, would it work? He didn't know. But now he is very confident in his instincts that he doesn't need to learn or teach. In the blocking battle in the woods, he killed more than 20 enemies with his instinct and martial arts moves that he could do it. In the past, he didn't even dare to think about it.

I must have been an assassin in the past. Li Hong believed Murong Feng's judgment, and he thought he could do these things at all. Assassins not only had high martial arts skills, but also had many strange abilities.

Li Hong did not answer the soldier's words, but Murong Feng, who was walking in the front of the team, spoke, "He is not an idiot, his name is..." The Han people's name is difficult to remember and read, and Murong Feng didn't take it seriously after asking. He turned his gaze to Tielang. Tielang hurriedly replied, "Go back to the Grand Marshal, his Han people's name is Li Hong, which is difficult to remember, so I always call him an idiot, it's simple and clear."

Murong Feng was so amused that he shook his head repeatedly, "You scream in front of others, who doesn't know that he is called an idiot? This name is too ugly. What should I call him a Xianbei name?" Murong Feng hesitated and said, "I see that he is agile and ruthless, just like a leopard in the mountains, just call him a leopard."

When Tielang heard this, he hurriedly pulled Li Hong to Murong Feng, "Kneel down and kowtow to the Grand Marshal, thank you for giving him a name." Without saying a word, Li Hong knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to Murong Feng. Murong Feng helped him up and said to Tielang with a smile: "From today on, let him follow me." Tielang was even more overjoyed when he heard this, thanked him repeatedly, and kicked Li Hong with a chance. Li Hong understood it and kowtowed several times to Murong Feng.

The pursuers were getting closer and closer, and the dazzling torches gradually connected into a jumping red line. In the dark night, it looked like a string of fiery red pearls flashing on the black satin, which was very beautiful.

Li Hong, who had become Murong Feng's personal bodyguard, followed Tielang's instructions and stood by Murong Feng. Murong Feng looked relaxed and walked slowly, turning a deaf ear to the pursuers behind him.

There was a small hill in the distance. Li Hong suddenly grabbed Murong Feng and shouted to the people behind him: "There is an ambush." ​​More than a dozen soldiers were shocked, and they all rolled their arrows, unsheathed their swords, rushed up, quickly surrounding Duan Zhen and Murong Feng in the middle.

Tielang hurriedly ran to Li Hong and asked, "Leopard, where is there an ambush?"

Li Hong pointed to the small hillside in the distance with a serious expression and said softly: "It's right behind the slope."

In the faint moonlight, Tielang squinted his eyes and looked carefully at the hillside fifty steps away. There was nothing but long grass and a few wild flowers on it. Tielang asked in confusion: "There is really an ambush? How do you know?"

"There is a smell of a horse." Li Hong sniffed the air hard and walked forward a few steps.

Iron Wolf burst into laughter, "What are you talking nonsense? Horse manure is everywhere on the grassland, and of course there is the smell of horses. Don't be suspicious, let's go quickly."

Murong Feng shook his hand and said, "Send someone to take a look." Tielang agreed and was about to go over in person, but found that Li Hong had rushed out like a quick leopard. When there were more than thirty steps away from the small slope, Li Hong suddenly rushed to the ground and continued to crawl forward, with a very fast speed.

At this time, the sudden sound of horse hooves in the distance blew into everyone's ears with the cool night wind on the grassland, and the pursuers were about to arrive.

Li Hong's agile body silently crossed the hillside, then submerged in the long grass, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Murong Feng and his soldiers opened their eyes wide and waited anxiously.

Suddenly, a long shrill scream came from behind the slope. The scream pierced the dark night and stuffed all the horror and pain into everyone's heart.

Murong Feng, Tielang and his soldiers seemed to be penetrated by sharp arrows, and they felt extremely suffocated and uncomfortable for a moment. Then they jumped up like frightened rabbits and rushed up the slope as fast as possible.

Li Hong was like a black cheetah, a bloody and ferocious god of death. His sharp attack made three living lives disappear in an instant.

Behind this hillside are fourteen scouts of the Tiger Tribe (ancient scouts). After they discovered Murong Feng, considering that they were not strong enough, they did not launch a hasty attack. Instead, they secretly lurked in front of Murong Feng and ambushed, preparing to attack Murong Feng off guard and make a great contribution. These people almost succeeded.

After Li Hong silently killed four ambush soldiers, he was immediately discovered by the enemy. Li Hong then showed his might and launched the most terrifying attack. He killed three enemies who rushed up at the speed of Yi Fei thought, and then slowly cut the fourth enemy's trachea with a knife. He wanted to use the enemy's screams before his death to notify Murong Feng and Iron Wolf to support quickly. The miserable screams of the enemy soldier suddenly ran through the night sky. The other enemies saw that the raiders were extremely powerful, so they were forced to give up attacking Murong Feng and turned to Li Hong.

Li Hong did all this perfectly. Although no one taught him, once he integrated into the darkness and blood, these survival skills became his instincts like eating. He could not tell that one was born and that one was learned from later generations. After these bloody and fierce battles, Li Hong was not only a little nervous at the beginning, but he was already very adapted. He used his instincts to be perfect, and killing people was as simple and quick as killing an ant. And as the number of battles increased, his instincts were exposed more and more. He never doubted that his instincts were what he had forgotten. He hoped that he could find more lost memories from killing. Fighting and fighting have now become something he yearned for.
Chapter completed!